there is a love that can be touched
but only as in the deepest part
of the quietest ocean.
it is a deep-soaking
infiltrating
permeating kind of love
impartial and unexplained.
it whelms the whole person,
unabated by any peculiarities.
engulfing the soul in a foamy wash.
so gentle and unmoved
as it fingers within and without
yet as heavily spread
as tar to seal away an underworld of grief.
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